What do you think of when you're standing in a beautiful field
On a perfect Saturday?
The sun's reflecting off the wild flowers
The flowers aren't anywhere else
Do you wonder how they're still here and ask
When they'll be taken away?
Well here's what I say
To a question like that one
Remember, just remember
They're still here, still here
Don't cry until they've gone away
What do you think of when you're listening to some powerful songs
That your friend wrote yesterday?
The chords sing sweetly and the words ring true
But you're the only one who's ever heard them being played
Do you worry that they won't be known and ask
Will you recall them in a year's time?
Well here's what you say
To a question like that one
Remember, just remember
They're still here, still here
Don't cry until they've gone away
It's easy to be burdened by the troubles of tomorrow
When really it's more useful to remember it's today
What do you think of when you're meeting who will be your best friend
For the first time in your life?
They understand you and they smile when it's right to
It almost seems too good to be true
Do you wince at the thought of loss
And ask, what will I ever do without you?
Well right now
They're still here, still here
Don't cry until they've gone away